Clara joins the Doctor for Striking Twelve. [x]

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"You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting."

— Hook, 1991 (via youngfolksociety)



"And you are still young, but you’ll understand. That the stars of the sea are the same for the land."

"Draco Malfoy was the most wanted man in the Wizarding world, allowing for the fact that Voldemort wasn’t actually human. If he were, Draco Malfoy would be wanted man number two. But semantics aside, he was highly sought after.

It was now four years since he had stood on the astronomy tower at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and failed to kill the Headmaster of the school. That night he left with a fellow Death Eater, Severus Snape, and was taken to the Dark Lord. Needless to say, the master was very angry. He told Draco there were two potions: kill, or be killed. Draco was a sensible kind of person, with a particular regard for his own skin, and so chose the sensible path. Then, having conquered, at least in part, the hesitancy that led to his failure in his first mission, he jumped in head first and never looked back. After all, it was kill or be killed.


Draco stood and left the dining room. He went through the drawing room; the furniture was in place and the books stacked in the corner. He passed through all the rooms on the lower level, double and triple checking everything. There wasn’t really much to check, as he had prepared the house three days ago, and every day since then he had double-checked everything, so it didn’t take long. When he reached the front door, he turned to look back into the house. Then it hit him that he was procrastinating. With a heavy sigh, Draco Malfoy Disapparated.

He arrived somewhere most unexpected, at least for everyone who saw him. He of course knew exactly where he was going, and so was not surprised when he found himself looking at a fountain depicting a wizard, a witch, a centaur, a house elf and a goblin. At first no one noticed him as he casually walked toward the reception area. After all, hundreds of people, maybe thousands, Apparate into the Ministry every day. But he heard it—the sound of ceramic hitting the marble floor and spilling what he presumed was very hot coffee. There were a few gasps, but everyone was so incredibly stunned that not one of them thought to draw their wands. Draco decided that no Aurors were present, else that mistake would not have been made.

Draco continued to walk toward the reception desk, his smirk ever present as he looked at the small witch behind the counter. His arrival and not made enough of a disturbance to alert the witch that someone was approaching. Had she seen him walk the path from the Apparation point to stand in front of her, she might have screamed, or drawn her wand. But instead, he actually had to clear is throat to call her attention.

The witch was talking anxiously into what looked like a headband with a stick attached that reached around her face to stop in front of her mouth. Draco watched as she became more flustered while talking into the device. When he cleared his throat, the woman finally looked up at him and when recognition dawned on her face, it turned a ghostly shade of white nearly rivaling his own complexion. Draco continued to smirk, confidence radiating from every cell in his body. The witch was frozen to her post, and she could only gape at him. Draco could sense her fear, and it embodied him.

He casually put one arm on the counter. “Afternoon, miss,” he started, nearly smiling smiling casually, as if he was there to inquire as to where he could find the loo. When he spoke, the witch flinched as if struck. Her eyes widened as she finally realized the impact of seeing Draco Malfoy, the Draco Malfoy, standing in front of her, smirking, and speaking to her. To her. What he said was,

"Would you please inform Mr. Potter that he has a walk-in?""

- We Learned the Sea, Chapter 1


I follow a lot of people from a lot of fandoms and yet the only thing everyone agrees about is how devastating this news is..For most of us Robin Williams was our childhood..

He was the Peter Pan who grew up

The loving father pretending to be a nanny to be close to his children in Mrs Doubtfire 

The boy who got stuck inside a game and brought us to Jumanji

He made us laugh as the Genie from Aladdin and cry while we watched Patch Adams 

We saw the inventor in Flubber and the android in Bicentennial Man

No one can forget the hilariousness that is the Birdcage or his craziness in Night at the Museum

and there’s no way anyone can forget our deeply beloved Professor John Keating

If this really is true, then I hope you found the peace you needed and that you are happy now because there’s not one person in the world who can say that you didn’t make them happy.. 

Because you did you made us immensely happy, you showed us it was okay to be ourselves, it was okay to want to be a writer, or an artist and that poetry meant a lot more than just words on a paper, that laughter could heal even the sickest of hearts and that we should always let our imagination fly..

I know for me personally, you changed my life and I’ll be forever grateful to you..


You know what the first rule of flying is? Well, I suppose you do, since you already know what I’m about to say.

I do. But I’d like to hear you say it.


Don't let the muggles get you down.

Daniel Radcliffe photographed by Robert Ascroft


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